MAN IN PAINTING SEES THE WORLD
seeing is everything
Monday, September 19, 2016
Sparrows of Mohenjodaro
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Wise behind me
reality unveils in the hind side.
To know real things about oneself
ask the wise behind you
Now it is time to look back.(Though it is stylish to say otherwise-'there is no looking back').Every thought has its own history.Thus looking back is also another way of looking.Another way of seeing.
How did I know about a thing called 'blog'.It is an article about some blog....I can remember the name 'river bent'.So there might have been a thought related to that.(like history, there is no linearity in thoughts.Truth is,'we' like linearity and order.I am not sure whether history is essentially a retrospective tale of linear events.Reality,for sure is not a conveyor belt full of clues leading to meaningful events....)
I was alone.Only on weekends I could go to my in-law's house and see my baby and wife.Though I was living in the same house,nothing looked as it were.i mean..everything was the same.But every day after work,when i came back from work nothing was there in that house.She has taken everything and gone.The tables,chairs,books..everything looked same.But they were not there.They had followed her as if she was their nursery school teacher.She owned the soul of that house.For the rest of the three months,I had to to do something.Then blog came.
I realised, when left alone,I was a confused soul.A package of questions.A questionnaire.
I was new to English.Though I had spent some years outside this country,my language had its limitations.Thoughts when edited looked attractive,but lacked sincerity.So I decided to write without editing.
I started to write about what I saw directly. When I looked out of my office room window,it was raining and I wrote about it.That was interesting.There was a 'Jiddu Krishnamurthy influence' in it.I have been reading him from 10th standard onward.Even before that I read a few articles about Henry David Thoroe.Then I read Walden which was another major influence.Jiddu's commentaries on living was a major source of influence.I used to write such notes mimicking him.It was my personal notes.I could see my every day thoughts at the end of the day.It was also a very good way of de-constructing oneself which i understood from my 'post-modernist' friends.
The idea of a 'painting seeing the world' came to me when i saw a handicapped man sitting in front of his house.I was walking to the bus stop.For the rest of the day,I thought about him.Then it suddenly occurred to me, that we are all like him.So I wanted to do a story on it.
As I already told,this was a test run.I tried many names.'me','smile' etc.Even the "keyboardsculpturer" was a mistake.One of my best friends in this blog world later corrected me.Then only I knew about it.Then i understood the value of errors.It corrects you a lot.Also they are the lost keys to unknown worlds.Somebody called the writer 'man in painting'.A new name was born.
Nobody was reading my posts.Then I forced some of my colleagues to read it. As it was boring and was in contrast with the character that what I am in the practical world ,nobody really appreciated it.Then I started marketing myself.I went door to door.I read every blog.Gave good comments and invited them to read my blog. I posted in the social network groups.Every body returned their favours by giving good comments about the posts.So this is it.
Still I kept on posting.The bad English in it created certain patterns which was interesting.Somebody liked it. Somebody doesn't.Somebody mocked it.Somebody said it was great.Somebody said it was pseudo-intellectual.Some body asked who i am.
Now when I look back, these different comments are the most valuable asset this blog has generated .It is not said because it will yield any result.There is no future for this, nor is it going to end.Very few read it now, because it is not a result of hard labour or supreme quality.It is casual work.But for the writer it had yielded him like anything.It had taught him about fiction and reality.Like 'man in painting' I am also both.Real and fiction.Every moment I have to be aware of this balance.The balance that I have to maintain while walking over the 'tight rope'.
these are simple things.to keep anything simple you have to leave it as it is.Because the writer is recording his thoughts it is not permenant.At that time itself I knew that things will change. and...
Things have changed . a lot.I was a teacher while I started writing this.Now i am a student.I was a doctor who wasn't practicing.I may or may not practice in future .But I will share what I know about healing.
What about me.The practical me is ordinary.Conservative.Funny.Useless.Contradictory.Penny less.It is always better to leave it as it is.
At least for this time and space, who am I?
I am Man In Painting.
the most hopeless practical idea still wins.Most people who know me really often ask me this.Of all the activities you have done will this make a difference?
How much did you earn ?
The answer is obvious .Money is the most unreal real thing. People rate you based on how much you control because money means control.
People tell me I might have made money out of this space.Some body might have.Who knows. who bothers.
I have achieved what it was most important.
ignoring the unimportant.
Before leaving I want to tell you that these were the wise men behind me.I thank you all for being my teachers.
people who invented and designed this possibility called blog
Rakesh Vanamali
Manorathan
Devika Jyothi
Tuna fish
Aria
Ushapisharody
Ashenglow
Mampi
Manoranjini
Karthika
Rushabh
Old monk
Amateur writer
A.J Johnson
Roopa
Salil
The wandering Gypsy
Paritosh
Brocas area
Swati
Sashu
Sheeza
Survivor
Ani
Raaji
Winnie the poohi
Keshi
Debashish
Cindrella
deepsat
Joe
Akshaya
Sameera and many many more....
Take Care
bye
Friday, July 27, 2012
How to smile back at a beautiful tree?
in the middle of the town
I saw a tree.
It was standing there,
smiling to me.
I didn't know
how to give it back.
Then I realised
no great book can ever teach you
how to smile back
at a beautiful tree.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Life is a flower
Never try to open a bud
to know what is inside
better wait till it bloom.
life is one such flower.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Who we really are!
I talked about trees,birds and animals
about mountains, rivers and clouds
about everything I could know
and lectured to the world about who they all are..
then I fell asleep
In my dreams, I heard them murmuring..
"poor chap! he was so busy telling the world
what he think about who we all are
but he never allowed us to tell him
who we really are!
Monday, March 12, 2012
Uncomplicated things
or like a door which can never be opened otherwise
certain things still inspires me to live.
uncomplicated things.
like those hugs my granpa used to give me .
Friday, January 27, 2012
Me watching Me.
Somebody asked 'who are you?
Speaking about oneself is boring.The very sentence I just completed is a lie. I am interested in me,that is why this writing happens.I mean,most writings happened.This language is new to me.Not that I haven't learned it in school.I just 'learned' it in school.But the real unlearning of this language was done through this space.As one of my dearest friend pointed out the word 'keyboardsculpturer'itself is not there.I may now claim that it was invented by meThat is how a spelling mistake is invented.Most of the time,except for those small posts,it was direct recording of my thoughts.Thoughts seldom follow grammar,atleast in my case.Spelling mistakes followed my grammar mistakes.My words survived just because they were born without much intention.(who said so?)Whenever they had intensions they looked intelligent and became cunning.(isn't it?)Writing here is just like writing on a wall.let me stop and just read backward.
Embarrassing!
In every sentence,every word...there is this 'me'.dictating everything..I may develop a language which may eliminate 'me'..but that is still the problem.that very big 'me'.Writing like this suddenly makes me feel like standing naked while being monitered constantly through some closed circuit camera.Me watching Me.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Me hunting Me
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Reason for a Soliloquy
All questions contain its own answers. In another words, they are the answers. Now I can see light through that window. It is the beginning of another day. There are fewer thoughts now. Lesser that when I started .I just feel that there is no definite reason for a soliloquy. But a reason can definitely end it. Causes, talkative mind, and results - they all are one and the same. They seem to be different only after becoming the past.
I hope a reason will not end this soliloquy. Also I don’t want to start this day with the planting of another tiny but potential seed which may grow into a thought tree by the end of this day. Instead of that I am going to listen to the sound of the Chinese flute.(www.youtube.com/i_B8H956_rg)
How did you start your day today?
Do tell me.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
A black and white umbrella and the man who was shy to use it.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Waiting for tomorrow
Friday, July 1, 2011
Crows,stock market folks,man with a machine,the train and a retrospective non sense called life
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tree Guru and me
a tree tried to teach me something.
During that whole winter
I served my tree guru.
When Spring came
I stole all the golden yellow flowers
and ran away.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Mind is a verb and never a noun
it keeps moving'
after typing philosophy ,I continue my race.
truth ,like a roadside mountain waits for the one who can climb it.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
all are clones!
"mind is a verb, noun is the clone"
I became angry and shouted
"Nouns rule,mind it!
me laughed
"just mind your mind"
no mind ever said"all are clones!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Things beyond yes or no
in this month,dear
but don’t you remember?
its our own December!
You may reason
‘it was another season,
and love is pain
more loss than gain’
It is true, many promises still remain
but believe that all are not in vain
though nowadays ,I may not
wake you and quote
‘In each drop of dew
I see you’
as love,like a single child
is wild
cannot be tamed
nor be named
love,life and rain
joy,hope and pain
are they real?
or daydreams unreal?
this season we will know
things beyond yes or no
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Echoes
gets boomeranged by her own voice
and cries.
Let her cry now
because sometime later
she too will learn
that what we know about others
are our own echoes.
Monday, October 26, 2009
The nature of desire
where the 'bou bou' lives
there is a tree
with golden flowers.
Baby doesn't like 'bou bou'
yet love flowers.
When bou bou went outside
we collected those flowers.
Baby looked for 'bou bou'
and threw the flowers away
If there is no 'bou bou'
who needs those golden flowers?
Monday, September 21, 2009
Between Blinks
between two blinks
opens a rabbit hole.
I searched but missed
and got guillotined
by the cursor blade.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Memories beyond mineral water bottles.
that by filters we may clear
but can never be concealed
in bottles sterile and sealed
They mushroom the seas and melt into rain
quenching the thirst of brooks in the brain..
Friday, May 22, 2009
Man In Painting Fades away....
Thus Man in Painting fades away,like that occasional flu....
Saturday, April 25, 2009
an igloo wish of a traveller lost
i remember the colour red.
to search and reach my igloo lane
let red words rain in my sleepy brain
Saturday, March 28, 2009
'Thou shall never Kill'
before a twister,
an exodus of ants
try to cross
a hissing proboscis..
sad,real and tragic.
poetic possibilities.
surreal soup for souls...
but
i switched off the vaccum cleaner and waited till they cross.
boring and non rhyming,
this poem is declared dead.
family reach anthill
'thou shall never kill'.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Secret of Happiness.
and is happy.
Baby see no butterfly
and is happy.
to be happy
no need of butterfly.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Rear-view mirrors
we never see the world before it disappear
world through words have errors
and words are rear-view mirrors.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
!&i
Monday, February 9, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Monday, December 29, 2008
Tale of a Virus who died of Insomnia.
'a trip to budha's brain'!
But after some days
a crystal coffin returned.
the last words of the virus
were found in its travel diary.
" I died of insomnia.
How can I sleep
when there is always light?
(Wish you all a happy new year!
love you all )
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Foreign Influence
Old words were skeptical.
One murmured to another .
"I doubt foreign influence".
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Lives of Synonyms
during siesta hours of eventful days
with expressions neither wry nor cry
synonyms live their seasonal lives.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Gossiping about God.
Boss: Because you all have forgotten the purpose of life.
Me : Will we ever remember it again?
Boss:Only when you all stop gossipping about me.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Twins
Child, like meanings and words,truths and lies,they too are twins.
Friday, November 21, 2008
CLICK!
"Can you handle the secret?"
"Boss!I can handle anything"
"Wow!kid,that just clicked!"
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
It is raining in the city of Pompei
Saturday, November 1, 2008
In Company of God.
after being stranded inside
I ask the lift operator.
He smiles,then replies
"To give you company
till the power returns "
Saturday, October 25, 2008
IF YOU LOVE MAGIC...
there are many nights
in a rainy day.
If you love magic
never ask the magician
to reveal holy secrets!
Friday, October 24, 2008
Going to moon
All are talking about 'going to moon'.It is good to go to the moon.But more important is the thought of going to the moon.Why do people want to go to the moon?Is it because going to moon is a challenge?Is it because as somebody said "we will cross our own limits".By going to moon what are the "limits" that we are crossing?.Are we doing it for satisfaction? Others say"Going to moon will make some parts of our brain very strong.Those parts which are good in calculations.Those parts which say"because we see smoke ,there is fire"". Brain is a strange organ.Though it is the centre of intelligence , as an organ it does not have any intelligence.Is satisfaction a sort of "emotional balance"?an absence of ripples in a lake full of gut fluids?Are we sending man to moon for this sense of emotional harmony called satisfaction?Or for the rise and fall of hormonal tsunamis inside all of us. We may build a staircase from this part of the world to that part of the moon.But it is also true that we do it for the satisfaction of a temporary mechanism called "mind" primarily designed to get rid of the fear of non existence.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Man In Painting Is Not Seeing The World
There is always great joy in watching things without any desire to know.But it is impossible to do that with a mind which is old and full of techniques.Playing with words is easy.But making them watch the world is not easy.Writing is always a "thing of past".Is there anything called "present tense"?We always write about things which are already gone.Writing is another technique to add spice to "that convincing story" called "me".Communication starts with the learning of techniques of story telling.Writing is the most comfortable way of re-arranging that story of "me"Me, as they say is always a "story i found to tell others"
It is always easy to tell stories and make non-sense poems but very very difficult to "see the world"
Man In Painting is not seeing the world....
... am posting this without any editing without looking back without re reading ..
loving you all.....
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Chew the world when it is still a rhizome.
Master : with what?
Mouse boy : with everything.
Master : so?
Mouseboy : i want to end the world.
Master : Then do it.
Mouse boy : I don't know how to.
Master : Neither do I
Mouse boy : ? ? ?
Master : There is a way to enjoy the world without ending it.
Mouse boy : how?
Master : Chew the world when it is still a rhizome.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
CRIES AND WORDS
after becoming words,
are destined to search for
their own meaningful deaths
like innocent sniff dogs.
When stories of betrayal
make me cry loudly,
words remember their history
and start howling
along with me....
Monday, September 22, 2008
There is only life!
There are good days.
After typing ,I looked out of the window and saw a flower.
That flower without a name taught me the following lines
There are no days,
sun makes us think so
There is only life,
undivided by days and nights.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Winning a Genie
by breaking a bottle
it became my habit
to break and search.
Words ,hearts,moments
everything was broken
in search of another genie.
After becoming a failure
I found the broken bottle
and read the contest rule.
"winners should never compete again"
Monday, September 8, 2008
Smoked Brain !
I soaked it in spirit
and lighted a cigar.
I lost everything
because of that fire.
Now I have to live
selling smoked brain.
Never play with fire
near inflammables.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
The King Is Naked!
I love to remain as his majesty's loyal subject.But each time the king is caught in the mesh of my rods and cons,after flip-rotations, welcomed by the' guard of honour parade of educated neurons' , and the ceremonial salute by the grey gestapo,just before the beginning of fireworks and coronation ,one small innocent yet to be educated impulse of unknown origin will peep and yell out "the king is naked".Pardon me....
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Tale Of Two Neurons
after death went to heaven
had to stay in a single formalin jar
demanded separate accomodation
due to solid ideological reasons
"Both come from the same brain"
was the lab assistant's comment!
Monday, August 4, 2008
Mystery On A Wax Plateau
teaches 'sheershasana'posture
a slave girl starts dancing
in the courtyard of bandits
thirsty lips, before the kiss
sets trap for another prey
a spearhead cleaves darkness
and probe the wound for secrets
after this night what will remain?
anthills of wax and mysteries...